Mouse King's Treasury, a True Spirit Treasure? [Please vote!]

Three days later.

The group arrived above a mountain range swept by bone-chilling winds, though the snowstorms here were rather unusual.

The falling snow was black, and a potent poison permeated the bitter wind.

"This place really does suit a rat."

Wild Crane Wanderer muttered under his breath. The others silently agreed when they saw the place, but grew more vigilant without letting it show.

"Cold Poison has ravaged this place year-round. Hardly anything lives here."

Lin Chang'an scanned their surroundings, his eyes flickering. Over the past few days, the group had grown secretly suspicious.

"Those three great demons haven't come to harass us. They haven't even tried to drain our spiritual power."

Wild Crane Wanderer looked puzzled. Evil Blade Patriarch, however, gave a cold laugh. He certainly did not believe they were acting out of kindness.

"Those three beasts are probably plotting something even more sinister. Haven't you noticed how much warier this rat demon has become of us?"

Sure enough, when they looked at the Spirit Transformation rat demon surrounded by the four of them, they saw its gloomy expression. In truth, it had been guarding against them all along.

The three great demons had shown up every day before. Now, for three whole days, they seemed to have vanished.

The Treasure-Seeking Mouse King seethed with resentment. It did not believe for a moment that the three great demons had left.

These human cultivators must have reached an agreement with them, only to be tricked by those three great demons in turn.

The Treasure-Seeking Mouse King was no fool. What had happened was plain enough.

The other four were weighing the situation as well. Lin Chang'an sent them a grave voice transmission. "Instead of draining our spiritual power, those three great demons have made this rat demon even